One Day Maybe - Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

TOO LATE

"What?" Harry asks sleepy as he's about to wake up from his unplanned nap. He feels dizzy and isn't sure if he only heard the ringing in his dream or if it's really happening. But when he opens his eyes a little bit he can hear still hear the annoying sound, and he realizes it's real. The sound hurts Harry's ears as he moves slowly, trying not to wake Louis (although that seems ridiculous concerning the noise) who is still asleep on his chest. As the ringing won't stop, Harry covers his eyes with the palm of his right hand and lets out a huff. To his surprise Louis is still asleep and doesn't budge. Harry tries to get up a little more without waking him but of course that's not possible.

"What's happening?" Louis half- whispers, his voice full of sleep.

He looks cute, almost like a sleepy little kitten that has just woken up from its nap. "Someone is calling me," Harry tells him. Louis sighs as he gets up from Harry's chest to sit on the sofa. He rubs his eyes and exhales audibly. As Harry is getting up he looks at Louis and can't hide a smile. His boy looks so soft and cute and lovely that it hurts. Just as Harry wants to look away, Louis stretches himself and yawns, a cute sound escaping his mouth. "God you're gorgeous," Harry whispers, almost not believing what he sees because it's precious. He's so proud that Louis is his boy, so proud.

Harry walks over to the sideboard, takes his phone and accepts the call eventually. "Where the fuck are you?!" a male voice shouts loudly so that it almost hurts Harry's ear. It's Mark, his choleric tour manager. "It's already three forty-five and everyone is only waiting for you! You should have been here about half an hour ago!" His voice is so loud, full of venom and Harry can only imagine how angry he must look like right now. "Where the hell are you?" Mark shouts into his phone. His voice is even louder than it was before and Harry holds the phone away from his ear.

"I . . . I fell asleep," Harry says slowly. His head hurts and he hates Mark's obnoxious, loud voice, especially when he's angry.

"You fell asleep? Are you kidding me?" Mark mocks Harry, letting out a fake laugh. "Listen, if you aren't able to concentrate on your work properly and you can't manage to keep an appointment's deadline while Louis is with you, this is definitely going to be the first and last time that he's allowed to visit you on this tour!"

Harry hates this tone. Harry hates how Mark emphasizes the words, he hates that his management treats him like a child that's done something wrong and has no say in anything. In addition, Mark still hasn't understood that "Treat people with kindness" isn't only words. It's not only an empty phrase but carries a deeper meaning – but obviously not for him. Harry is still holding the phone away from his ear as he paces across the room. "It's not Louis' fault," he tries to explain, "I was tired and-,"

"Stop explaining," Mark interrupts him harshly. "I'm not interested in your far-fetched excuses at all. Pack your things immediately and wait for your drivers to pick you and Louis up," he shouts. "You have five minutes. Remember that you're not allowed to be seen together and now, hurry up!" With these words, Mark ends the call.

"Oh god," Harry sighs as he throws his phone onto the bed and sits down. He buries his hands into the short curls and shakes his head in disbelief.

"What happened?" Louis asks, getting up from the sofa. He stretches himself again that his tummy shows and it makes Harry stare at Louis for a second. He would love to kiss Louis' cute tummy and put hands around it but time is ticking away. Harry sighs again, for another reason this time. "It was Mark," Harry explains. "I'm late for sound check and our drivers will be here by any minute," he says annyed.

"Drivers?" he asks. "Aren't we going to the same location?"

"We still aren't allowed to be seen together, remember?" Harry remarks dryly and rolls his eyes. "Hasn't Linda mentioned it?"

"Fuck she has, I forgot. Fucking rules," Louis growls as he walks over to his boyfriend and stands between his legs. He cups Harry's face and leans in for a short kiss. "I don't want to leave," he says before he attaches his lips to Harry's again. "I want you to stay here with me."

"If we only could," Harry replies as he gets up. He wraps his arms around Louis and kisses his hair. "I'm sorry baby." Harry lets go of Louis, puts his phone into the pocket of his jeans and throws some unnecessary stuff out of his brown leather bag.

Just in this moment, someone knocks on the door. Harry walks over an opens it.

"Good afternoon Mr. Styles." A man in his fifties is standing in front of the door, wearing a dark blue uniform. "I was told to pick you up," he says politely. His crisp white gloves match with his shirt. Harry has never been a fan of this posh way of talking but it's definitely better than Mark's shouting.

"Good afternoon," Harry replies as politely as him. "Just give me a second please."

The man nods and Harry closes the door again. "Linda told me you should go first. That's your driver over there", he tells Louis.

"I hate Linda so much," the older boy growls, "and also this fucking business policy."

"As if there would be a difference if we drove in the same car," Harry adds, " it's so stupid."

"Yeah," Louis sighs and grabs his phone.

Harry moves closer to Louis and puts his arms around his neck, looking him in the eyes. Louis gulps as Harry comes closer and cups Louis cheeks. "I need to kiss you," Harry breathes as he leans down until his lips touch Louis'. He moves his mouth against his, kissing him slowly. The kiss makes his tummy flutter again. "Thank you for being here," he breathes into Louis' mouth. "I love you." When Harry pulls back, a small gasp escapes Louis' mouth.

"I love you," Louis replies and wraps his arms around the taller boy again before he leaves.

A few minutes later there's another knock on the door. Harry puts the brown bag around his shoulders, takes the plastic card out of the slot and the room goes dark.